ABH: Damn Divas
Author: Antigone
Feedback: want it, need it, love it
Disclaimers: George Lucas owns Obi and Qui. You own you.  I own nothing but
a dirty
mind, and I’m not giving that up.
Pairing: Q/O/f
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You’re cranky; Obi and Qui cheer you up.

“Aaaarrrrgghh!”  Ignoring all the stares your little screech draws, you
stomp down the
hall away from the ladies’ dressing room.  Taking a deep breath, you stop
and turn about,
looking for something to throw.  You cannot believe how childish these
people are being!
It seems like they ought to be too busy to make your life miserable.  You
stand
uncertainly in the corridor, feeling the anger build in you.  This is _your_
life, and you
don’t intend to take their crap for one second longer.

You turn on your hell and head back to the dressing room.  The door is shut,
and you
stand with your hand on the knob, working up a reasonable way to phrase your
frustration.  *Two seconds.  I’ll give her two seconds to tell me why I
shouldn’t rip her
head off.  That’s reasonable.*  Steeling yourself, you fling the door open
and storm in.

It’s empty.  No divas.  No other backstage help.  You move to the center of
the room,
wondering how they could have sneaked out without you seeing them.  You jump
and
spin around as the door suddenly clicks shut, and feel your eyes widen in
shock.
Standing before you are two Jedi, _The_ Jedi, the ones of your fondest
fantasies.  A
question forms in your mind, but before you can voice it, Qui-Gon speaks.

“We are here for you, little one.”  His voice is low, melodious.  “We are
here to relieve
your tension, melt your anger.”

As he speaks, Obi-Wan moves closer, a tiny smile on his luscious lips.  You
could not
move even if you wanted to, and you wonder idly if it’s the shock or these
men that have
immobilized you.  Obi cups your chin in his hand and lifts your face to his.
  “I think it’s
the surprise, dear one.  We would never keep you still.  We love your
vibrance.”

That breaks the spell, and your arms move to embrace Obi as his lips capture
yours in a
passionate kiss.  His tongue traces your lower lip, and you open your mouth
to him,
tasting his sweet breath as he explores the cavern of your mouth.  You feel
hands on your
shoulders, rubbing gently, kneading the tightness out of your body.

“Yes, love,” Qui murmurs. “Let go of your anger.  Forget them, and be here
with us.”  He
sucks at your earlobe, and you moan into Obi’s mouth, feeling heat spread
throughout
your body.  You break the kiss and turn to Qui, eager to feel his mouth on
you, but he
holds you back and looks into your eyes.  You are mesmerized by what you see
in his;
you had expected his blue orbs to be filled with Jedi calm, but they are
dark with desire.

One large hand caresses your cheek, and you lean into his palm, wondering
how his
callused hands will feel against your bare skin.  He chuckles softly.  “I
was just
wondering that myself.”  He leans toward you and brushes your lips with his.
  “I think we
should find out now.”  Then his mouth is on yours, tasting, delving deep,
taking your
breath.  Obi’s hands slink around your body to the front of your shirt,
unbuttoning and
spreading the fabric.

You gasp as the air hits your skin and step closer to Qui.  His hands are
tangled in your
hair and he moves back slightly, allowing Obi enough room to finish
undressing you.
The padawan’s fingers trail over your chest to the lace covering your
breasts and
delicately stroke your nipples through their coverings.  You whimper and 
his laugh
echoes in your ears as he opens the front clasp and cups you in his strong
hands,
massaging as you feel your bones turn to gelatin.

Qui steps back from you and pushes your shirt off your shoulders, running
his hands
down your arms as he stares at you.  His eyes do not leave yours as his
fingers trail down
your stomach to the button of your jeans.  You cannot look away from the
lust in his face,
even when you feel the zipper of your pants open and his hands slide between
the cloth
and your flesh.

The large man lowers his head to your neck and begins to suck as he pushes
your
remaining clothing over your hips and down your legs.  His arms wrap around
your waist
and lift you, crushing you against his chest.  Another set of hands are on
your legs, sliding
your jeans and panties off, stroking the newly bared flesh of your calves as
Obi kisses the
backs of your knees, nibbling on the tender flesh as his hands move ever
higher.

Qui sets you back on your feet and your knees immediately buckle.  Obi holds
your hips
to steady you, then presses a kiss to the small of your back as his master
removes his own
robe and drops it to the floor.  Your breath quickens as he unbuckles his
belt and discards
it as well, letting his tunics fall open slightly.

The padawan’s lips are still on your skin, and you shiver as you feel him
speak, his tone
pitched lower than before, tinged with hunger.  “My master is beautiful, is
he not?”  You
nod, not trusting yourself to speak.  “Would you like to see him?  See his
skin glisten, his
chest heave?”  A low moan escapes your lips as Qui slowly divests himself of
his tunics
and stands before you half naked.

*Half naked isn’t nearly enough* you think, and a smile flits across the
master’s lips.

“What more would you like, little one?”  He steps closer, then back again,
teasing you as
he paces in front of you.  You can’t step away from Obi’s grasp; you know
you’ll fall,
and Qui stays just out of your reach.

“Please...”

The jedi both chuckle as you beg, the sound sending jolts through your body,
and you feel
yourself becoming wet.  “Please what, my dear one?”  Qui murmurs.  With one
hand, Obi
holds you steady; the other dances across your stomach, moving lower until
it just
brushes your curls.

“Please, I...”  You can’t form the words.  You can’t even get the breath to
say them.
They wait.  “I want to see you, all of you.”

Obi’s hand begins a slow descent as Qui reaches for the fastener on his
leggings.  He
opens it deliberately, eyes on your face, while Obi gently strokes your
folds.  The fabric
falls unhurriedly, exposing inch after inch of the master’s tanned skin as
his hand moves
to the still-covered evidence of his arousal.  Obi’s fingers spread your
lips and test your
opening and you move against his hand, watching his master’s exhibitionism. 
Suddenly
you shriek as Obi thrusts first one, then another, finger into you at the
moment Qui’s
erection is revealed.

The jedi kicks the garment off and crosses the floor.  He lowers his head to
your breasts
and begins to circle your aureole with his tongue as his padawan continues
to pleasure
you, now rubbing his thumb lightly across your clit as he presses kisses
against your
back.  You come in a sudden rush of heat and feel the fluid gush from
between your legs
as you moan, head thrown back in complete abandon.

The men lower you to the floor and you find yourself laying on Obi’s robe. 
Qui stretches
out on your right side and pulls you to him for a deep kiss as Obi strips
and kneels before
you.  You lift your head and regard the aroused apprentice with slight
amusement.

“Poor Obi-Wan.  It seems like you’re always on your knees,” you purr as you
sit up and
reach for him.  Under your guidance, he lays on his back, looking up at you.

He touches you face, running his fingers across your lips.  Your tongue
snakes out to lick
them, and you taste yourself on him.  His lips curl in an endearing smile.

“Do you like your taste?”  He draws you on top of him, your thighs
straddling his hips.  “I
love the way you taste...so sweet...”  His words are cut off as you lean
down to kiss him,
inhaling his musky scent.  His hands guide you, and you position yourself
just above his
throbbing penis.  The head presses into your folds, and you tease him just a
bit, lowering
yourself, then raising again.  His eyes widen and he thrusts upward, sliding
into you with
a groan.

Your inner walls stretch to accommodate him, your tightens adding to the
friction of his
flesh moving inside you.  You move slowly on top of him, watching him squirm
through
heavy-lidded eyes.  Your breath comes in gasps now as Obi pumps in and out
of you,
moving faster.  The tension builds quickly and you moan with every
exhalation.  Your
lover’s finger’s dig into your hips, a delicious pain, and he begs you. 
“Please, please,
love, come for me now.”  His voice, deepened with need, sends you over the
edge and
your sheath pulses around him as you cry out, flying higher than you’ve ever
been, then
collapsing against his sweat covered chest.

Obi rolls you onto your back and slowly unsheaths himself.  You moan from
the sudden
emptiness, eyes closed, trembling.  Hands stroke your skin, exploring every
inch,
arousing you again.  Lips press against you face and you turn into the kiss,
letting the
other’s tongue explore your mouth and leave you breathless and two pairs of
hands part
your legs.

An insistent hardness presses against your entrance and you open your eyes
to see Qui
poised above you.  He is shaking from some barely contained emotion, waiting
for your
consent.  You run your hands over his chest and around his waist, hugging
him to you,
tilting your hips upward in an invitation.

He enters you slowly, filling you inch by inch.  He is larger than Obi, but
is aware of this
and careful not to hurt you.  You wrap you legs around him and whisper
encouragement
as he begins to move, gently at first, then with increasing speed.  He
thrusts deeper each
time, hitting your sweet spot again and again.  You hear a low keening noise
and it takes
you a moment to recognize it as your voice, then you don’t care whose voice
it is because
you’re spiraling toward that place and your skin and his skin feels like
fire and you don’t
know where he stops and you start and it doesn’t matter because you’re
outside yourself
now, vaguely aware that someone is shouting your name and you’re responding
with
wanton cries of ecstasy.

Then the only sound is of heartbeats and panting as you struggle to regain
your breath.
Qui wraps his arms around you and Obi curls up against your back, comforting
you.
When you are again able to think coherently, you sit up and look around. 
You cannot
believe you just had animal-planet sex in the dressing room.  Someone might
have heard.

Obi runs a hand along your spine.  “No one heard, dear heart.  Don’t worry.”

Qui stands and pulls you up beside him.  “Do you feel better?”

“Yes,” you murmur, leaning in for another kiss.

“Good, because it’s almost time for the scene change.”  Qui lightly brushes
your lips with
his and smiles.  “We will return.”

And they were gone.

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The End

Antigone